Fendi Print$ Lyrics

Fendi, Fendi, Fendi, Fendi, Fendi Prints

Cuban leather

She my bitch, baby mama don't know better

And I tell her she a queen, get that slipper Cinderella

And she icy when she pull up snowy weather, ay, ay

Fendi Prints

Cuban leather

She my bitch, baby mama don't know better

And I tell her she a queen, get that slipper Cinderella

And she icy when she pull up snowy weather (snowy weather)

She the baddest Fendi prints is all she have

Double G's all on the leather, couple hundreds in the bag

And you know she call me papi like she never knew her dad

But I'm calling all the shots, she bend it over when I ask

Niggas ask me where the mask, I ask them what's the purpose

I'm spitting hella sickness, got the virus in these verses

And how venomous the voodoo from the viper spitting curses

Surrounded by these snakes, I turn the pythons into purses

What's your purpose

She said she got a problem, tell her wait (wait-o, wait-o,wait)

Said she tryna give me brain, I said okay (okay, okay)

Nigga tryna make a million, man I pray (man I pray-o, pray-o, pray)

My DJ is a fucking psycho, murder 80808

I said we zoom and I'm gone, don't hit up my phone

Man I work all damn day, I'm the new El Patron

With the pesos I'm on, I can't do no wrong

I'm the King of the apes, like KK with no Kong

I said these niggas think they slick, I'm whipping out the clip

Now the bitches wanna dip, and they calling me a prick

I said I count the 20's quick, my fingers never slip

When I'm talking about the money, yeah I never lose my grip

I woke up to burn a tree (I burned a tree)

Then I wrote a banger for my enemies (for my enemies)

Yeah counting all this paper, man I love the green (yeah yeah I love the green)

You sour cause you'll never hear the end of me

I keep the Looney on me like Yosemite

This the life that we live, ain't got no fucks to give

Nigga even if I did, your ass ain't gon' get shit

I done handed out these toe tags for free from my crib

I got money left to spend, and guess what I'ma get

Fendi prints, Cuban leather

She my bitch, baby mama don't know better

And I tell her she a queen, get that slipper Cinderella

And she icy when she pull up, snowy weather, ay ay

Fendi prints, Cuban leather

She my bitch, baby mama don't know better

And I tell her she a queen, get that slipper Cinderella

And she icy when she pull up, snowy weather (snowy weather)